I want to make it clear to everyone that this story will take place in Japan, but I'm not completely familiar with Japanese culture, so if I mess up please forgive. I'll try not to use them, since it would be easier on me.

"Damn, she's got a fat ass."

Inuyasha watched his friend lick his lips as a blond waitress passed by. To anyone else, the lecherous man might have been a sickening menace to society, but Inuyasha was used to the kind of behavior. Sure, it had took some years to get used to, but he had done it.

Well, sort of.

"You make me sick, you know that?"

The dark haired man turned around with the calm signature grin he always sported. "The feeling is mutual, my friend."

Inuyasha rolled his amber eyes and stared out the window and into the busy street. Him and his friend, Miroku, were currently on their lunch break, and they'd chosen the nice restaurant across the street because Miroku hadn't felt like driving.

"What's biting your balls? You're more grouchy than usual."

"Screw you." The other male bit back.

Miroku raised his hands defensively. "I mean no harm. I'm only being honest."

Inuyasha became quiet, and his eyes shifted to the left slightly. Miroku felt his eyebrows rise comically. His friend looked guilty, and Miroku swore by his drunken father that he had never seen Inuyasha look that way. The man had always done what he felt and never regretted a thing, just like the rest of his family.

"Well..." Inuyasha began, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. His eyes fell on practically everything in the room, but not once did they fall on Miroku.

The said man waited a couple of seconds, then pressed on impatiently. "Well..?"

More seconds passed by before Inuyasha sighed, dropping his hand from his neck and putting it on the table in front of him. "There was this- incident - with a girl yesterday.

Miroku leaned forward in his seat instantly, his hands intertwining as he rested his chin on them. "Ooh, women problems, I see."

He wasn't sure why, but Miroku was tickled pink that his friend was having girl problems. His friend never really shared anything dating wise, hell, Miroku hadn't even known him as the dating type! He never talked about girls, and for a while, Miroku assumed he had a "thing" going on with his elder brother. He later found out it was just a lifetime of sibling rivalry the two had together, and nothing more.

"Don't say it like that, you asshole!" Inuyasha shouted, causing a few of the other customers to look at them in concern. The rest of the restaurant carried on with what they were doing. They were used to Inuyasha's sudden and loud outbursts, though it had took them a while to get there.

"Give me details." Miroku went on, not minding that his friend was practically yelling at him."What did she look like? Was she hot? Nice tits? Bubble butt?"

Inuyasha watched in disgust as his friend practically drooled over a girl that he was making up in his own mind.

Then Inuyasha began to think...

Was Kagome Higurashi hot? She certainly wasn't as ugly as she had been in high school, but she wasn't drop dead gorgeous either. He had gotten a view of her naked body, but it had been quick. He didn't remember her breast being anything more than average, and her butt hadn't been too much to get excited over either.

No, Kagome Higurashi was not hot. She was average. People probably saw through her looks and praised her for her outgoing personality, but to Inuyasha, she would always be that evil, conniving, stupid bitch who had ruined the most important day of his entire life...

"Hello? Earth to Inuyasha!"

The said man shook his head, his black hair whipping fiercely in it's confined ponytail. "What?"

Miroku sighed. "Was she hot or not?"

Inuyasha sighed in return and sat back in his seat, his arms folded behind his head. "I don't think so. It was Kagome Higurashi."

The dark haired man blinked a couple of times, then slowly fell back in his seat. "Kagome Higurashi? As in first period Higurashi? The one with all the acne?"

Inuyasha shivered involuntarily at the image that popped up in his mind. A pale skinned, acne faced girl who wore thick turtle necks and knee high socks. "Yup. That's the one."

Miroku frowned. He bared no ill will towards the girl, as she had never wronged him in any kind of way, but he had to say that he had been a little let down. He had expected Inuyasha's first female problem to revolve around someone a lot more..worthy.

"Hold on. Did you sleep with her?" Miroku asked, one of his eyebrows raising.

Inuyasha's only response was a groan. Miroku fought back the urge to laugh.

"I see." The man said in between chuckles, his efforts to keep from laughing going down the drain. Sometimes, he just couldn't help himself.

Inuyasha glared up at him front his ebony bangs, his heavy hand coming down hard on the table. "What's so funny?!"

"Oh nothing, nothing at all." Said the other man as he began people watching. "Was it good? How was she in bed?"

The Tashio shrugged. "Hell if I know."

Miroku looked back at his friend in concern. "What do you mean? You said you slept with her."

"I did. I had gone to Kouga's party and-"

"You mean the one he handed out flyers for back at the office?"

Inuyasha bit back the urge to chew his friend out for interrupting him. "Yeah, that one. Anyway, I must have had too much to drink, because the last thing I remember before blacking out was Kouga challenging me to a drinking contest."

Miroku rolled his eyes. It figured that Kouga would be behind this. Inuyasha and him had been rivals since freshmen year, and they both showed no sign of letting go now. "You know, if you keep this whole thing up with Kouga, Sesshomaru-sama is going to start getting jealous."

"Eat shit, you pervert."

Miroku snickered and looked over at a waitress, who bending over to cleaning off the table on the side of them. Yeah, her ass was really nice.

Inuyasha watched his friend stare down the poor woman, and for the first time since he'd been there, he wondered where in the hell his food was.